Hells Gate Novels & Stories

The air at the edge of the western reservoir didn’t just burn; it felt like inhaling liquid glass. We had reached the true heart of the Western Rift’s geothermal network—a colossal, subterranean sea of pressurized, black water trapped beneath a massive, arched ceiling of weeping granite. Giant, rusted iron sluice gates, forged generations ago by the first northern packs, groaned under the immense hydrostatic pressure of the boiling depths behind them. If those gates failed before Vance’s teams secured the catalyst charges, the entire boiling sea would sweep down into the lower valleys, drowning our newly unified capital in a scalding deluge.

I questioned looking at my father. "Most of them were filled with cement. There was a section that we kept accessible in case a time ever came that we found ourselves in a war again," he explained shaking his head. "Where's the tunnel?" Arrow snarled. His eyes were pitch black. "Tell me now!" he roared. "The garden on the west side of town. The statue of your great great grandfather is the door. Pull his left arm down and turn his right arm to the opposite side and the statue will move allowing entrance into the tunnels." He looked angry and I guessed it was at himself.

From the constant miserable situations they have faced, he needs reprieve. “Many are drowned by pride, make sure you won’t become one of them.” Huzefa smirked when they reached a twenty feet tall gate. A devil’s face was carved on it with metal but the clear stains of fresh blood was tainting its tongue, indicating the entrance towards hell. “Well. This is where I leave but our paths will surely collide again.” Huzefa smirked, definitely a devilish one but they didn’t trust him in the first place. “Hey, Huzefa…” Vera called, coming closer towards the gates.

--- The Firegate was not what she had built in her imagination. She had constructed something from her father's memories. From the glimpses in his dream. Volcanic rock. Fire. A stronghold. And it was all of those things. But— *Larger.* The scale of it defied easy comprehension. The Gate had opened at the base of a mountain range unlike anything in the mortal world. The peaks were active. All of them. Lava moving in slow rivers down their flanks. Illuminating the sky from beneath in that deep ancient red.

“You’re probably right. It’s just… she’s been down here a lot longer than we have been. She could be anywhere by now.” “That was the doorway that leads to hell,” Jo said, thinking aloud. “But I don’t think we’re actually in hell yet. After all, Holland is most definitely in hell, and if it was so simple for her to just walk through that doorway back into the portals, she’d be out of here in a few moments. So there has to be some other barrier between hell and where we are.” “Either that or it’s just so horrible in hell, you can’t even move enough to make it to this walkway,” Zane said with a shrug.

“We need to go to the Garden.” The Garden was the middle point, where the souls wake up and have their eternal fates decided by the angels or demons who brought their souls from the living world to the afterlife. It only made sense that it would be the place for a battle to take place. Hermes would use the portal to get from Heaven to the Garden, then use another to get from the Garden to Hell with the device that will supposedly cleanse my father’s soul, the angels and demons will each use said portals to reach the Garden and their fight will take place there.

I also notice the heat doesn't seem to bother Davin, we can now see the glowing metal of the gates of Hell, as I ask. "Are you ready to do this? " They both nod there heads as Davin pulls us into him somehow managing to protect from the heat as we walk through the flaming gates of Hell.

He was just telling Jim that he needed a big chance to become a Demigod, but he didn’t expect it to come so soon. “Senior Belisarius, when you say ‘Helsby Mountain’, do you mean the same place where my Grandpa Keane had entered in the past?” Tyr inquired. “That’s right.” Maxime nodded and explained, “Twenty years ago, your grandfather Keane was the last expedition team that entered into Helsby. Unfortunately, the road they took at that time has now collapsed. To enter Helsby Mountain, you can only pass through the Devil’s Eye.” “How can I pass through the Devil’s Eye?”

she whispered. Then, the world tore. The sound wasn't an explosion; it was a wet, jagged rip, like heavy canvas being shredded by a cosmic hand. In an instant, the Hells-Gate fallout transformed their quiet suburban street into a landscape of theological horror. Through the glass of the French doors, Allen watched the unimaginable: shimmering ghosts drifted through parked cars, screaming in silent agony; demons with skin like scorched earth leaped from roof to roof; and animals,massive, terrifying beasts,shifted into men in midstride, their bones cracking with the sound of gunshots.

He asked. "Madam is in her room." Helen said to him. Leonard walked up the stairs and knocked softly on her door twice and got no response. He opened the door and it was dimly lit. "Ky..." He paused when he saw her stepping out of the bathroom with a short towel tied around her body. She looked at his direction and saw him standing in the center of the room. "You couldn't knock?" She asked. He swallowed and looked away. "You seem to have a problem with your eardrums."